I could have put a bullet in his brain now, legally. I realized two things at once. Yeah, I was. It was only the lights over the sink, not that much light, but I blinked like a deer in headlights.
The barest brush of touch, which let me know that there was more than one reason he didn't hold me as tight as he could. He'd changed out of the Guilty Pleasures shirt without being asked. It worked, and it didn't. You catch me crying.
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